Lucinda smiled. "We're glad you're alright."
Danny had't even registered she'd fallen unconscious until she opened her eyes. Her arms and sides hurt, burning and twitching. She was no longer in the chair, instead tied down to a hard metal surface. Bandages had been wrapped around her wounds, a neurological suppressant forcing her still. White walls rose around her. Other tables, all empty, had been backed to the walls. A sense of dread formed in her stomach.
She was back with the Hunters.
Fukey walked in, two or three others with her. Her hooves dragged on the floor. 'I don't want to do this to her... I don't want to hurt her any more than I have to,' Fukey thought, closing the door behind her.